A wonderful thing is happening in the region Kapandriti, from the neighborhood of Athens. Ten years ago, a pious beekeeper, named Isidor Tziminis, thought of placing an icon of the crucifixion inside of one of his beehives. Shortly afterwards, upon opening the beehive, he noticed that the bees had shown respect and devotion towards the icon, which they had „embellished” with wax, leaving though untouched, the face and body of the Lord.

Each spring, ever since, this beekeeper places in his beehives icons of the Redeemer, the Mother of Christ or Saints and the result is always the same. One time, someone brought him a handmade piece, from a nunnery. The icon represented the Golgota hill and the three crosses standing on it. The bees embellished with wax the entire surface of the work, leaving clearly distinguishable the cross of the Redeemer and that of the robber on…

The moon turns its back or unseen face to you, the tongue of a serpent unrolled on the dial, licks your hand, you shudder, you feel pins in your heart or your heart is like a pin, the imminent something is about to happen and it has the odor of miracle the miniskirt of a cloud or a whitish wind gets tangled in the threads of your left eyelid, from your lungs, immense, empty ball rooms, one can hear the muffled protests of the moment gone without a dance with any major event as would have been the wish… this dawn happened before, I recognize it, it aged a bit but it has the same fault, It’s yours, not at all mine, because miracles happen often only to other peopleI will stand as the alphabetical letter that like in a cocoon…